The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

【眻眻moyyan】: "Tsk...that's quite a strong aftereffect..."

"A vague feeling of unease, I can't quite put my finger on it."

"No wonder he has the title of 'Time Traveler' in his name."

[Smoke and Clouds Disperse]: "Why do they all look like little bitter gourds?!"

"None of the ancestors in Class 9 were sweet."

"That's why I said the streamer should project our livestream back 5,000 years."

[Old Huang from the third floor next door]: "Revealing these things early will prevent the tragedy that follows."

"I have a question now."

[Bingbingren]: "If so, should we expose it now?"

"Our ancestor Ye Chen knew about this plot in advance."

"Will there be any more instances of him traveling through time later on?"

What if history had changed?

"If Ancestor Ye Chen didn't travel back in time and didn't save his mother, does he still exist?"

[Written by Yan Yang]: "That's a good question."

"But have you forgotten about the other people in Class 9?"

"Let's not talk about the Desolate Heaven Emperor for now."

"Take our Immortal Ancestor, for example. Didn't the streamer mention that he's a master of the Dao of Cause and Effect?"

"All causes and effects, parallel developments, ultimately converge into one."

"???"

[The Extreme Berserker of Maolong Military Town]: "Upstairs, who possessed you?"

"Why are you saying such profound things?"

"Stop discussing it!"

He Xingchen:

"Holy crap, look! This isn't over yet?!"

The image on the projector lit up again.

The subtitles flashed briefly at the top of the screen.

[Western Wilderness Border, Ancient Dragon Calendar 1916.]

Then, the camera tilted up to the sky.

The sun was high in the sky, its blinding white light spreading across the entire land.

The next moment, the camera began to pan down.

The endless yellow sand filled everyone's field of vision.

Sand dunes stretch to the horizon, and the wind blows across the ridges, raising fine grains of sand.

The air close to the ground is repeatedly scorched by the high temperature.

In the distance, the sand dunes folded and stretched in the rolling heat, their edges constantly swaying.

Deep in the yellow sand, more than a hundred figures gradually appeared.

They wore large sun hats and covered their faces with sandpaper, only revealing their eyes, which were reddened by the sun.

A faded gray-yellow cloak covered his combat uniform, a water pouch and a short knife hung at his waist, and a spear was held in his hand.

Several people in the group were carrying heavy war bows.

All of their boots were stuck in the sand.

With each step forward, we had to pull ourselves out of the soft yellow sand.

A young soldier pulled off his mask and licked his chapped lips.

"Uncle Wolf"

"Do you think the reconnaissance team might have made a mistake?"

As he spoke, he shook his collar, and large grains of sand fell out of his clothes.

"They say there are large numbers of sandworms appearing here..."

"Our team has been out exploring for almost a month, and we haven't even seen a single insect hair!"

The sound came from afar and approached.

The man at the very front of the group finally revealed his face.

It was Zhou Lang.

He was still very young at that time.

His skin was tanned bronze by the scorching sun of the Western Wilderness, a newly scabbed wound was pressed against his brow, and two standard long swords were stuck diagonally behind his back.

Zhou Lang wiped the sweat from his chin and looked up at the blazing sun overhead.

The sunlight was so bright that he squinted.

"Let's look again."

"That intelligence was obtained at the cost of the lives of the brothers in the reconnaissance battalion."

The young man curled his lip.

"But we can't just keep going around in circles like this, can we?"

Beside him, a middle-aged, burly man with a full beard reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, Xiao Wu."

"Listen to the platoon leader."

"Check again, and if we still don't find anything, let's go back."

"Ugh!"

"Brother Ting, you make it sound so easy."

Xiao Wu kicked away the yellow sand in front of him.

The sand didn't travel very far; instead, it got into his boots.

He hopped twice on one foot, then looked down and shook the sand out of his shoe.

"When will I be promoted and given a title?"

"I've been digging in the sand with you guys every day, and instead of accumulating any military merits, I'm practically turning into dried meat from the sun."

Ting Ge burst into laughter.

"With your level of patience, you expect to get promoted?"

He turned to look at Zhou Lang, his tone teasing.

"Platoon leader, these young lads are really fearless."

"Brother Ting!"

Xiao Wu raised the spear in his hand, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"I'm telling you, if those bugs really come crashing into us, I guarantee I'll slaughter them all without hesitation!"

The new recruits behind them immediately started making a fuss.

Zhou Lang was also amused.

"Little Five."

"The insects of the Western Wilderness are not as simple as you think."

"that is!"

Ting took over the conversation, and casually tightened his grip on the bag on his shoulder.

"Not to mention that since the year before last, scientists in various places have gone insane and committed suicide."

"I heard that before they committed suicide, they kept repeating one sentence."

Ting-ge deliberately lowered his voice.

"Physics no longer exists."

The new recruits around them gradually approached.

"What do you mean?"

"What does the existence of physics have to do with us searching for insects in the desert?"

Ting-ge's eyes widened.

"This is a big deal!"

He gestured with his chin toward Zhou Lang at the front of the group.

"Your platoon leader used to be a genuine elite soldier."

"In the past, there was no reason to send a combat platoon into the desert with spears to find insects."

Xiao Wu looked at the spear in his hand.

The others' gazes also fell on those cold weapons.

Ting Ge continued walking forward.

"In the past, we only needed to bury the detectors underground and then cover the entire desert with repeaters."

"The command center can see clearly any movement."

"Once the location is locked, the coordinates will be reported."

"After one missile, those insects couldn't even get out of the soil."

One of the new recruits couldn't help but ask, "And now?"

Ting Ge's smile faded slightly.

"Starting two years ago, all the detectors buried in the desert stopped working."

"There was no damage, and it was not attacked."

"The screen is black."

"Replace with a new batch, it's still black."

The wind whipped up yellow sand, which swept past the men's boots.

Ting patted the short knife at his waist.

"After the detectors failed, the supplies of various firearms also began to decrease month by month."

"The missiles are gone."

"There are fewer drones."

"Even now, we can't even produce a batch of qualified 'Big Baby' missiles."

"We are losing the ability to manufacture technological weapons."

He glanced at the equipment worn by everyone in the group.

"So what you're carrying now are spears and rune arrows."

Xiao Wu touched the handle of the spear and lowered his voice.

"No wonder."

"Alright!"

The atmosphere in the group became much quieter.

Zhou Lang glanced back at them.

"The order has recently been issued from above."

"Strange movements have begun to appear in all four regions."

"The Western Wilderness, the Northern Border, the South China Sea, and the Eastern Ridge—who knows if those things might join forces and take advantage of the Dragon Kingdom's declining military strength to tear through the defenses?"

He raised his hand and pointed forward.

"Everyone, perk up!"

"If the Western Wilderness really becomes the breakthrough point, none of our reconnaissance team members will escape."